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Erin Scafe babysits some kids, and lives in a compound with four units, and is cool with all of her neighbours except the new weird couple. Her story starts with some dog crap, and ends up in a meth house and it’s an unbelievable adventure. See, a week ago, she came home to find that her dog had taken a dump in her living room.
So she comes home, and finds a footprint in it. Nothing was stolen, and she asked her neighbours, and no one said it was them, so she just shrugged it aside and moved on. A week later, she comes home, and accidentally locks her keys, wallet, and phone into her car around the time the police are all set up in front of her house.
I could tell you more, but that isn’t fair to her. You should hear it from her instead.
Someday I will tell you the story of the day I had today, and it will be the greatest twitter story I have ever told.
Someday.
— erinSCIF for America (@erinscafe) April 18, 2018
I feel like I should just have another beer and tell it now.
— erinSCIF for America (@erinscafe) April 18, 2018
This story starts with my dog taking a shit on the bathroom floor, and ends with me cleaning out a meth house.
Hold up, I need a beer.
— erinSCIF for America (@erinscafe) April 18, 2018
Okay. Let’s do this. pic.twitter.com/R1Zvr6jDqD
— erinSCIF for America (@erinscafe) April 18, 2018
So about a week ago, Dwight took a shit on the bathroom floor. It was my fault; I was gone a lot longer than I’d expected. So when I walked in the house and smelled it, I thought yeah, okay. Harsh but fair.
— erinSCIF for America (@erinscafe) April 18, 2018
So I walk into the bathroom to clean it up, and look down and…there is a footprint in the dog shit.
Adam was at work the whole time.
I hadn’t stepped into the bathroom, but I checked my shoes because…what.
— erinSCIF for America (@erinscafe) April 18, 2018
